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Post by Dia on Jul 21, 2015 4:33:25 GMT
"What? No, no I couldn't."
"Why not?" He murmurs, hand still outstretched "You fell from a tree. I think some rest could do you good. Plus, we're about to be caught in the storm."
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Post by Dresden on Jul 21, 2015 4:35:55 GMT
"Why not? You fell from a tree. I think some rest could do you good. Plus, we're about to be caught in the storm."
Her eyes moved to his outstretched hand. Because i could hurt you, she wanted to tell him, but couldn't. Instead, she asked quietly, gaze returning to his, "Are you sure about this?"
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Post by Dia on Jul 21, 2015 4:45:48 GMT
"Are you sure about this?"
"I am. No need to stand out in the rain, after all." Spiro murmurs, getting pelted, looks up towards the sky, slight smile
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Post by Dresden on Jul 21, 2015 4:50:38 GMT
"I am. No need to stand out in the rain, after all."
She still hesitated, studying, before she took his hand slowly, pulling herself out of the dip she fell in. Her eyes remained on his face, entranced for a moment until she felt the darker stir, and she looked away.
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Post by Dia on Jul 21, 2015 4:51:55 GMT
Pulling her out of the rut, he glances over her, stilling at the sight before he clears his throat "It's time to go, miss."
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Post by Dresden on Jul 21, 2015 5:00:15 GMT
"It's time to go, miss."
She let go of his hand and nodded, hand grasping her arm both out of uncertainty and the dull throb.
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Post by Dia on Jul 21, 2015 5:07:46 GMT
Pausing, his lips purse before he takes off at a brisk pace, cloak flowing behind him, trying to avoid the worst of the storm
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Post by Dresden on Jul 21, 2015 5:11:13 GMT
She hesitated a moment longer before trailing after him, keeping up with his brisk pace with ease. She couldn't help but watch him, intrigued while worried at the same time.
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Post by Dia on Jul 22, 2015 3:39:17 GMT
Reaching his home within moments, he rushes up to the door, hand fumbling with the lock, other arm clutching the box tightly, storm at it's stongest
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Post by Dresden on Jul 22, 2015 4:03:32 GMT
Echo looked to the sky, then to him, watching with wary eyes as they drifted to the box. She unfurled her wings enough to block some of the wind and rain as it pelted them so he could see, though she had to keep shifting them so she wouldn't be blown over.
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Post by Dia on Jul 22, 2015 4:17:23 GMT
Shooting her a small nod of thanks, he finally gets the door open and heads in, lighting the lamp on the table just inside, the small flame illuminating the darkness, small sigh, drenched
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Post by Dresden on Jul 22, 2015 4:26:09 GMT
Echo quickly tucked her wings in and stepped in behind him, closing the door and holding the edge of her coat, unsure as she looked around at the home. Slowly she pulled off her beanie and shook it a little, a small disappointed scowl on her face. Normally she could stay more dry, but tonight hasn't been her night.
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Post by Dia on Jul 22, 2015 4:31:01 GMT
"You're welcome to bathe, if you wish." he murmurs, looking at her over his shoulder halfway "First door down the hall to your left."
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Post by Dresden on Jul 22, 2015 4:40:07 GMT
"You're welcome to bathe, if you wish. First door down the hall to your left."
Her gaze lifted to him, puzzled. "I-I'm all right for now. Thank you, though....uhm....?"
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Post by Dia on Jul 22, 2015 4:46:13 GMT
"I-I'm all right for now. Thank you, though....uhm....?"
"IF you're sure." he murmurs, kneeling to put the box down carefully with ease "Spiro. Spiro Mayr. And you are?"
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